Page 97 of Bling

“Just perfect. You’ll be the most gorgeous woman in the room.”

“She always is,” Garrett said from the doorway. “Can I have my girl back, Jasmine?”

The woman grinned. “You can. I’m pretty sure she’s all yours and has been for a while.”

Isabelle smirked as she stood and turned to face Garrett.

“Do I look OK?” she asked when he held his hand out for her.

“OK? Doll, you look amazing.”

She felt her face warm under his praise. “Thank you, Sir,” she murmured.

“I do think it’s missing one thing, though.”

“Oh?” she questioned.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out her bracelet she wore at Solitaire. “I grabbed it last night,” he said. “I know you only wear it at the club, but I would be honored if you wore it tonight.”

She felt herself tearing up as she held out her wrist.

“In fact,” he murmured as he slid the slim silver jewelry over her hand and onto her wrist. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t take it off again if you’re going to be mine outside the club.”

She swallowed and nodded. “I’m OK with that, Sir.”

He smiled. “Excellent. Let’s go try to have a pleasant time then.”

Garrett went to Jasmine’s register and handed her a credit card. Isabelle watched as he leaned in and whispered something to the makeup artist who was standing next to her. The woman nodded and bent down to dig through one of her cases. She handed something to Garrett, who slipped it into his pocket.

In the limo, Garrett kept a promise he had made earlier in the day to make her suck him off. A towel had magically found its way to the floor for her to kneel on so she wouldn’t mess up her dress, and he warned her that if she didn’t want to go around the party tonight wearing evidence of their backseat naughtiness, she needed to be a good girl and swallow all of his semen. Something she gladly did.

When he’d exploded in her mouth and she had swallowed him down, he pulled out a handkerchief for her to wipe her mouth with. As she settled next to him on the seat, he reached into his pants pocket and produced a tube of lipstick, the kind her makeup artist had used. Isabelle shook her head as she swiped the expensive tube across her lips.

“Do you always think of everything?” she asked as she tucked the tube into her purse.

He grinned. “I try to. The more I think of the more successful I am in business and politics, I figure the same has to be true with women,” he said with a wink.

With women, not in relationships. Isabelle tried not to dwell on it. His sweetness and insistence that she was his all the time was endearing and causing her to become attached, but part of her knew deep down that he still didn’t think of them as in a committed romantic relationship.

She was his submissive and his employee, not his girlfriend. That was OK, she just had to remind herself to guard her heart and not grow too attached to him being around all the time. At some point he would return to Pennsylvania, and they would go back to seeing each other on weekends only.

She tried not to dwell on it as she sat next to Garrett with her shoulder against his. He slid his hand over hers and squeezed.

“The most pleasurable thing about this event is the food. Sometimes it’s not the greatest at these things even when we spend hundreds on a plate. Tonight, the chef is a friend of mine who usually runs the kitchen in one of Hunter’s restaurants in New York. He’s been flying around lately doing celebrity events.”

Isabelle nodded, only half hearing him.

The driver interrupted them. “Sir, the security detail we sent ahead has asked that we enter through the back. The press is apparently getting a bit rowdy over some unexpected guests.”

Isabelle was fine with that. The idea of being mobbed by the press again put a foul taste in her mouth.

“Why did the security team come ahead of time?” she asked as the driver turned the corner into an alley behind a hotel.

Garrett smiled. “Just precaution. This was a last-minute decision on my part, and they wanted to scope out potential exit strategies should we need one.”

Would this be her life with Garrett? A constant barrage of security and invasion of privacy? It was overwhelming to think about.

Thankfully, there wasn’t time to continue dwelling on it though because her door opened and one of the security detail offered her his hand.

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